Sword Douluo's confident expression turned serious the moment he saw that kid's sword strike.The sword intent around him exploded violently.
After all, he knew that kid's swordsmanship was on another level. Losing would be humiliating, so he went all out.
His entire sword intent surged toward the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, forming a massive sword of pure intent above his head.
That sword was over three meters long, radiating terrifying Seven Kill Sword Intent."Kid, watch closely—this is my strongest sword intent!"
"First time seeing the old sword man use this move... Looks like he's noticed that kid's sword techniques are no joke!" Bone Douluo said excitedly.
"Uncle Bone, whose side are you on?" Ning Fengzhi was surprised at his reaction.
"Of course, I'm on Brother Fan's side!" Ning Rongrong snorted.
"..." Ning Fengzhi was speechless.
"Alright, watch carefully, this sword of mine is damn cool!"
Zhang Fan grinned with pride, his hair fluttering in the wind, clothes rustling loudly. He raised his sword high with one hand. Purple lightning sparked as endless sword intent swirled like a vortex into his blade.
It looked as though a mysterious ancient god was wielding that sword to slice the heavens apart.
And the scene... was breathtaking.
"Wow... what a terrifying strike!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.
"Clang—" Zhang Fan suddenly swung the sword down with one hand.
"Clang—" A blinding sword ray burst forth instantly, lighting up every face in the arena.
It became the center of all attention.
"Swoosh—" That sword ray surged with the might to sever the sky itself.
It crashed directly into the massive three-meter-long sword formed by Sword Douluo's intent.
"Boom—" A thunderous sound erupted, deafening to all.
Everyone instinctively covered their ears.
"Damn it!"
Sword Douluo's expression changed when he felt the sheer terror in that kid's sword strike. He had not expected it to be this powerful.
"Tch..." Sword Douluo's face turned pale as he watched his giant sword shatter. The silver sword intent came slicing toward him in an instant.
It carried an unstoppable force.
"Boom—" Sword Douluo immediately activated his soul power.
"Buzz—" He managed to block that terrifying sword intent, but still staggered back several steps.
"Ah... Grandpa Sword, you used soul power! You lost!"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Brother Fan is just ridiculously cool!" Xiao Wu squealed, mentally replaying Zhang Fan's strike—him holding the sword high, sword intent swirling like a vortex, purple lightning crackling, then a silver arc slicing out and forcing Sword Douluo back.
"So cool!" Zhu Zhuqing chimed in, smiling.
"Absolutely badass!" Flender chuckled. He hadn't expected Zhang Fan's swordsmanship to reach such terrifying heights.
Even a veteran like Sword Douluo was bested through pure sword intent alone. That was beyond impressive.
"Well done!" Liu Erlong approached Zhang Fan, patted him on the shoulder as he sheathed his sword."Nice job."
"Thank you, Dean Liu!" Zhang Fan smiled.
"Uncle Sword, are you okay?" Ning Fengzhi hadn't expected Sword Douluo to lose to such a young guy—he was completely stunned.
"I'm fine." Sword Douluo shook his head, though his face looked grim. He had felt the terrifying force behind Zhang Fan's sword, as if it could collapse the very sky.
That sensation left him powerless. The kid's sword intent was simply overwhelming—unlike anything he'd ever faced.
It felt even stronger than Qian Daoliu's Angel Sword Intent.
His father had once told him that Qian Daoliu's sword intent was stronger than the Seven Kill Sword Intent.
And this Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent… was even more terrifying.
He sighed and shook his head.
"So even the old sword man can lose in a duel of swords—ha!"
Bone Douluo laughed heartily, but still patted Sword Douluo on the shoulder."Come on, the guy's young and a once-in-a-generation genius. Of course he's better at breakthroughs than you!"
"Are you comforting me or twisting the knife?" Sword Douluo glared at him. That old geezer never had good intentions—he just had to say something that hit where it hurt.
"Well, Zhang Fan is a monster. Even Uncle Sword couldn't beat him. The future is unimaginable!"
Ning Fengzhi praised Zhang Fan, especially since Rongrong was so close to him.
Naturally, he needed to give credit where it was due. He then took out two items and handed them to Ning Rongrong."Rong'er, here—these are gifts for you!"
He handed over a Hidden Weapon and a Silent Sleeve Dart.
"Uh... aren't these Tang San's hidden weapons? Dad, why are you giving me these?" Ning Rongrong was surprised.
"You know Tang San? These are actually great tools. I'm thinking of arming our core clan members with them—they're very effective."
Ning Fengzhi replied with a smile.
"I've got the movement techniques Brother Fan taught me—Cloudstep, Nether Slash, and Lightning Dance. If danger strikes, I can just vanish. These secret arts are great for self-defense!"
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Ning Rongrong spoke confidently. Yes, she had exchanged secret techniques with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing—Lightning Dance and Nether Slash.
Now that all three of them knew all three techniques, their self-defense had improved dramatically. Ning Rongrong's combat power had also climbed a level.
As she spoke, she suddenly flashed ten meters away, then returned in an instant like a gust of wind.
Then she unleashed Nether Slash—vanishing on the spot.
"Wow..."
Ning Fengzhi was stunned at the display. The little girl was surprisingly clever."Still, these hidden weapons could enhance our sect's strength overall."
"Hidden weapons? I've got something even better—a weapon called the Soul Device Gun. I can sell it to you, Sect Master Ning!" Zhang Fan pulled out a Soul Device Gun.
"This gun only needs soul power to fire energy blasts, and it's stronger than any hidden weapon!"
"You're serious?"
Ning Fengzhi took the Soul Device Gun and studied it carefully. He didn't quite understand how to use it."How does it work?"
"Easy!"
Zhang Fan took it back and pulled the trigger.
"Bang—"
A beam of energy shot out and struck a massive stone pillar."Boom—"
The stone pillar was punched through, a ten-centimeter-deep hole left behind. The power was way above hidden weapons.
"That strong?!"
Ning Fengzhi was shocked by the hole. He took the gun, poured in his soul power, and—"Bang—" an energy beam blasted toward a tree outside.
"Bang—"
The tree was pierced clean through and crashed down with a sad creak.
"Uh..."The crowd gasped in shock.
No one expected the Soul Device Gun to be this powerful.
"The power is insane!"
Ning Fengzhi was ecstatic."Are there blueprints? Can it be mass-produced?"
"Yeah, and it's not even that hard to make. I had someone draft blueprints when I first had it built. Three million gold soul coins—what do you say, Sect Master Ning?"
Zhang Fan shrugged. He wasn't interested in any partnership—just wanted to sell it outright.
"Teacher Ning, what's this amazing thing?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice came from outside.
(End of chapter)